
- ...and then, it happened. Your pack was attacked. Attacked by another pack. A more vicious violent pack. You were young when this happened. You barely left the safety of your mother and father's den when the pack of rogues gained up and killed everyone except a few of the younger ones. They were fast enough to run away, slick enough to hide, and knew enough of their skills to be able to survive for a short period of time, however, you are growing lonesome. Bored. You feel a pull to be around other wolves, but all of the ones from the old pack are dead, aren't they?
That's until you are in an area, hunting, maybe just exploring, and the next thing you know, you smell a familiar scent. Then, you find that you aren't alone anymore. You have found the last survivors of the old pack.
















